Still Speakin’ That Breeze!

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah yeah, for all my jazz cats out there, you're tuning in to JazzHop Radio with your host DJ F.Red, and I got a new jam from SkyBlew and SublimeCloud, swing, daddy-o [Verse 1] Uh, yeah, this what you call jazz With pizzazz, panache, splash of Ash Ketchum Every lyric is a badge, spoken path, behold the token brass No M. Night Shyamalan but I pedaled over broken glass With laughs and a focus [?] Pounded beats, yeah, I'm leaving a gash, ha No trash rap, look, we gon' take 'em up Uh, dream, dream, no waking up Nothing faking us, we baking up something delicious, on top of that nutritious Look, our adventures more bizarre than Joestar But this the only job that matters, no Coast Guard I know stars, constellations on my friend list recommend this Uh, jazz raps from the [?] Kick back, let it flow Like the fountain of youth, nothing sweet in the booth So sick doctor know that I don't need an excuse, ha Something different, yeah they need this Mom told me rhyme, now they speechless Let my hands do the talking, through the pen, tell my secrets Pledge allegiance to the Breeze while I Speak this Speak that Breeze, they need that steez Although life ain't fair, I paid my fees, just breathe Put your mind at ease We the Destined, redefining peace, ha, sheesh [Interlude] Ah ha, yes indeed, they are for sure Speaking that Breeze, giving us exactly what we need, I am your host, DJ F.Red, always staying ahead, and you're tuning in to JazzHop Radio, keep Speaking that Breeze, swing, daddy-o [Verse 2] Space cowboy, check out the bebop doo-wop, high tops and anime tube socks Me against the world, been studying 2pac New flock of lines that I jot The booth stocks [?] pot Food for thought, low simmering More MLKs, less George Zimmermans Remembering my death wish But I decided I'ma move forward pushing left stick Nesquik strawberry with a PBJ Nerds in now, we were geeks anyway before it started being cool Toonami after school, Lupe for the grooves, ha Rappers like, "You know the vibes" We don't, you lied Vibe is a spiritual feeling you [?] inside Something most of you artists have yet to provide, but we do Bugging out over the horns, we do Squee doo da, Speaking that Breeze again Reasoning, they wanna kill my sayings like freezer men Never that, rhymes galore, minds at ease Destined redefining peace Peace [Outro] And there you have it, them boys are back, right on track and all of that, I'm out for the night, peace out, jazz cats, never stop dreaming and keep being cool, ha